Wan 'er, try the plum wine I brewed?

Shi qinglan's eyes flickered.

When she heard the sensitive word 'wine', she slowly turned her head to look at the man beside her. like this ... That's not good."

He had already made a lot of jokes because of his poor alcohol tolerance.

Although Bo chengru's liver was damaged and he couldn't drink, she definitely couldn't refuse the elder if he toasted her with tea instead of wine. If she had to force herself to drink with him, she would definitely get drunk again.

"A-Cheng, save me!" Shi qinglan bit her lip lightly and tugged at the corner of the man's shirt as she whispered.

Bo Yucheng wrapped his arm around the girl's waist and tilted his head slightly to look at her. since grandfather invited you to the old residence, why don't we go back for a meal tonight? "

Upon hearing this, Shi qinglan suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the man.

Her beautiful eyes were wide and round as she questioned his decision. but I ...